A happy youth, and their old age
Is beautiful and free.
The Fountain.
And often, glad no more,
We wear a face of joy because
We have been glad of yore.
The Fountain.
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The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door.
A happy youth, and their old age
Is beautiful and free.
The Fountain.
And often, glad no more,
We wear a face of joy because
We have been glad of yore.
The Fountain.
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The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door.